#fading fury

Freed

I headcanoned that when the Tomb of Sargeras is sealed, the spirits that were trapped from the initial assault on the Broken Shore were freed. Well this meant that Dasacht’s spirit was finally freed. But since he was/is a Warrior, he is being called to the Halls of Valor, though Dasora would be able to see him whenever she goes there, it won’t feel the same to her. So she is reluctantly saying goodbye.

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“You’re Next”

A piece inspired by an ask I had sent @dasacht​

 Ask can be read here

“YOU FIEND!” Logan shouted as he came over the hill, the sight before him making his blood boil. Thomas followed after his younger brother and fell to his knees upon seeing the sight before him. Dasora came running after them as she heard her brothers.

“Logan what is it? Wha-” Dasora gasped “no...”

“Oh yes,” said the demon, “I have done what I should have done long ago,” there was a dark chuckle in his tone as he glanced down to the faintly glowing violet gem hanging from his sword “and now she will never see your wretched father in the afterlife,” he glanced down to Zorah’s corpse and grinned sadistically “don’t worry though,” he said looking back up to them “you’re next! Now hold still, daddy has one final lesson to teach you,”

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Haven’t You Learned Your Lesson?

Another Ember and Fury piece. This one taking place at the Tomb of Sargeras where Zorah is attempting to get Dasacht’s soul to peace, but a certain demon isn’t allowing that...

It is Futile

A continuation from the last Fading Fury piece.

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With the knowledge that Dasora had discovered from her encounter with  Eilliu, Zorah set out to find the fiend in hopes to have Dasacht break through long enough to separate them to either get Dasacht back, or give him the peaceful rest he deserved. She found herself in Stormheim upon whispers of a Demonic Warrior spreading ruin in it’s path. When she had found him, he was alone, making his way towards the Gates of Valor. Stealthily she stalked after him, and as she was about to draw an arrow, he had turned on her, hoisting her in the air. The lifeforce being drained from her body by his Hellish blade.

“Did you honestly think that you could sneak up on me? I sensed your approach from miles away!”

She struggled to breathe, tears filling her eyes at the lack of air, whatever foul magic his blade had, it was strong, and it was killing her. As fast as the magic had lashed out to snare her, it vanished, dropping her to the ground with a thud, air flooding her lungs, leaving her gasping and coughing. her vision danced, but she saw the Demon approach. She looked up just as he knelt before her, taking up her chin to have her to look into his eyes. There was a sadistic smile on his face.

“Did you miss this?” he asked “the gentle caresses that fool often gave?” he started to laugh “I bet you wanted to break through to him, to share a final moment together...” he released her jaw and let her fall forward into the dirt, “well my dear, it is futile, because he is gone and he is never coming back,” he stood and sheathed his blade onto his back and turned away, continuing onto his path, leaving Zorah on the ground.

Fading Fury: You Shouldn’t have

Dasora had returned to Dalaran. She didn’t know what to do. She went searching for some sort of sign that her father was still alive or at least something more of him to bring back. She expected to find an armor scrap or at least a body, but what she found was a lot different. What she found was her father, but it was also not him. The Demon that he harbored within him had taken control over him. Using his body in service to the Legion. She decided that her father needed to be laid at rest, so she fought him, but as she went to make the killing blow, her father had shown through. She couldn’t go through with it, she had her father back. Even if it were for a few minutes.

When he had began losing control, he had told her to run, and she had done so, very reluctantly. Now here she was, back in Dalaran, where her mother and her brothers were. Her mother was angry that Dasora had disobeyed her, and her brothers weren’t too pleased either. Thom lectured her on her recklessness of going alone, Logan reprimanded her for allowing her weakness be known to the Demon. But she didn’t hear their words. Instead, she only heard her father’s.

“Run my little fire, and don’t look back...”

Just keep running

I had a better image in mind, but I couldn’t get a good screenshot so I settled with this.

Saying Goodbye

“So this is where he fell,” Logan looked down at the Fel-tainted earth.

“Yes, and where he was lost to us forever...” she held back a tear before she knelt to the ground “I could have saved him...” her breath shuddered.

“There was nothing you could do mother... He sacrificed himself for us... for you,” Dasora looked to the spot where her father had fallen on the solemn day “don’t let his sacrifice be in vain, you... We must live on, we must honor his memory and take the fight to the Legion...”

Zorah let out a heavy sigh,